Twilight, otherwise known as The Latest Cultural Phenomenon.
We all know the basic jist--boy meets girl, boy turns out to be bloodsucking fiend, girl falls in love with boy, boy angst, girl angst, happily ever after. But what's really the deal with everyone's favorite sparkling vampires?
Alright, let's get it out there up front: they sparkle. Vicious, bloodsucking, eternal monsters. Who sparkle. Yes, like disco balls. And figure skaters.
You know what actually happened to Dracula? Neither do I. My guess is that he's allergic to glitter.
The thing is, though, while I was reading Ms. Meyer's literary debut...I enjoyed it. What can I say? I'm a teenage girl, and Edward is the epitine of The Perfect Man. Hawt, undead, brooding, devoted. What more can a girl ask for?
Well, looking back, independence. Perhaps a boyfriend who doesn't watch her sleep ten hours a night. Maybe the ability to walk thre feet without being swooped into a pair of granite, frigid arms? I don't know, though. That just might be me.
Overall, I believe Twilight to be horrendously glorified, but not completely terrible. I guess it's just a matter of what you like--romance readers will eat it up and come back for seconds, but femme fatale femenists will probably come out of it screaming and pickoting all book stores for telling girls its cool to be completley dependent on another human being (or vampire---whatever).
A decent enough debut, but the media coverage is giving Twilight far too much coverage for it's own good.